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Cheyenne Jackson is new cover boy of The Advocate…

It’s always so great to see an actual gay person on the cover of The Advocate instead of just a gay-friendly one or someone who plays gay. That’s what makes the cover story on Broadway star Cheyenne Jackson (in “Xanadu” through July) all the more exciting.

Here are some excerpts:

“The first time that I knew I was gay — I think I was, like, 7 — I was watching this Valentine’s Day Popeye cartoon episode that would play every year. There was this scene where Popeye was captured by Brutus, tied up with no shoes or socks on, and Brutus starts tickling his feet. I remember getting a little boner, and I didn’t know what it was about that scene that was creating that, but I knew that it was something naughty that I couldn’t tell anybody, and I definitely knew it was something that made me different. But every year, I couldn’t wait for that episode.”

On coming out publicly: “It wasn’t something I planned on doing,” he recalls, “but I’ve been out to my family since I’m 19. The interviewer kind of said, ‘And you’re gay, right?’ I didn’t even think about it and said, ‘Yeah.’ I could’ve, in a frenzy, had people call him to retract it, but I thought, Let’s see what happens. People worry about someone who’s an up-and-comer and so open about it, but I feel like if I don’t make it an issue, it’s not going to be an issue. … To be frank,” he says, “I think I’ve missed out on big parts because I’m open. I’ve screen-tested on some really big projects, and you can’t tell me that behind closed doors big execs aren’t like, ‘We have Dean Cain or this gay guy who played Elvis on Broadway.’ I’m not that naive to think that that doesn’t play into it.”

On his relationship with the gay media: “Look, I’m not somebody that marches in the front of a gay pride parade, but if I wanted to, I would. I’m not a self-loathing gay; I just feel like being gay is the least interesting thing about me. But I also understand that people want to be represented, and I’m happy to be that for them–to a point.”

On coming out to his family: “We called a family meeting,” he recalls, “and I said, ‘Well, I think families should be close and know everything about each other, so it’s time that you knew I was gay.’” Met with both shocked silence and sobbing, his brother began reading a letter Jackson had written detailing his journey and first memories — “but not the Popeye memory,” he adds. After his bomb’s fallout dissipated, he and his family didn’t discuss the topic for about two years. “I just separated myself from them. I realized that they had to mourn their ideas of what they thought my life would be. I wasn’t going to be the first to have kids, which they’d always thought, because I was a Sunday School teacher and the only guy on the block that babysat. So I had to give them time.”

On his brother, a regular preacher on The 700 Club: “He thinks that being gay is something that can be prayed away, or that maybe you didn’t have strong male influences growing up — which couldn’t be further from the truth for me, because my father is a Native American Vietnam vet, and we were very close. I love my brother dearly, but it’s come to a point where we just don’t talk about religion or politics. It’s the only way that our relationship can work.”